I spent the first ten minutes of my arrival time to work looking for parking. There's not a day that I make it to the office that I don't. Some days, its quick, once around and then I park in the wayback where I know there's a free space, bit some days... Today. I looked and looked, I think I drove three times around. And I found one! W close one. Eureka! So here's the thing... 2.5 months ago... I had to. I couldn't physically do it. I would sit in my car and pray. Pay for strength. Pray for help,. I would just pray... Lord please help me get to the front door. I was in so much pain, and misery. My feel wept... Literally. Anyway that's not my current situation. I can make it. From ANYWHERE in that parking lot. The farthest, farthest corner of that lot... This fat ass can make it! Then someone tell me, please tell me; why the 10 minute search? Is it just a bad habit? Do I abhor the possible sweaty skein I may generate in my walk in? Look, tight now I may away less, but I still sweat. Well at the lower level we may call it perspiring. So drive around... Shoot with the current price of gas, I just can't afford that habit. And yet I continue. So what other Maxwell bad habits am I holding on to? (My bad habits are nowhere hear as melodious as Maxwell's, trust me!)
The truth is I don't want to own this habit anymore. I'm doing something different. I font know what yet because I sure to hate walking in from far away...
Another habit that hasn't yet died? Man I can still eat... It's markedly less, but I can still overeat. Seriously if I truly stop eating when I'm full... Two bites. Two bites. Can you imagine? I don't have to imagine. It's true ( did I mention 2 bites?) That drives me batty, cuckoo, mad. So I eat typically up 4 bites, sometimes up to 5. That's not good. It hampers my progress... How do I get through that? I can't throw that food out, can i?
